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[Feb. 16th, 2011|10:24 pm] |
WHO: Michael and Kokabiel
WHAT: Riding out the storm of crazy
WHERE: Back in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
WARNINGS: I'll just say Probable, for a bunch of reasons.
Kokabiel had gone back to Cabo San Lucas, reserving a suite for a few days with a warning she might extend it. The busybody receptionist from before was gone, thankfully, so she got up to the suite relatively unmolested. She'd popped into her space in New York and grabbed more clothes - including maybe some flirtier things this time. Who knew what the fuck was going on with all that. She'd have to find out, if Michael actually showed back up. For all she knew he was haring off to Uruk to deal with his brother. She needed a drink.
She ordered a bottle of good wine, and two glasses, just in case. She kicked off her shoes and sprawled on the bed, turning on the TV. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2011|10:35 pm] |
WHO: Mal and Arthur
WHAT: A difficult job
WHERE: Mal's flat in Paris
WARNINGS: Doubtful
( The spectre in my dreams ) |
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